“My feet ache, Mel.” You whined and complained, the arch of your foot crying in your high heels, just begging to be let out and rested. Along with your arms, hurting from all the pain of holding a numerous amount of shopping bags you’ve had to endure from many different stores before this.

The dressing room the crammed, your bare back practically pressed itself against the mirror, a variety of dressed all ranging from different fabrics, colors, styles and more all hung in categories.

“Absolutely not.”

“Maybe.”

“Absolutely.”

“I know, baby.” She cooed softly, hand on her chin as she decided between all of the options that you still hadn’t tried on yet, flipping through them.

“And I’m cold.” You added on, mostly just to complain, but also because you slightly were. Standing practically nude in a dressing room besides your lacy undergarments.. which didn’t do much to serve purpose for warmth.

She sighed in response, plucking a gold, silky smooth dress and holding it up by the hanger. Yes, maybe she was being just a little biased with this one.. just a little tiny weeny bit..

You grasped onto her shoulders for support/balance as you slipped your heeled feet into the dress she held, feeling as she slipped it up your body ever so carefully, like you were some type of.. fragile glass that would shatter into millions of pieces if placed in rough hands.

She leaned over you, her breath grazing against your skin, making you get goosebumps all over. You caught a whiff of her perfume. It smelt rich, just like her.

“let’s stop at the jewelry store after this, yeah? Get you a gorgeous gold necklace to match this, yeah?” She whispered into your ear since she was so close, but you both already knew the answer to that question. There was no way that you weren’t going to say no to that. You nodded, swallowing hard, and your voice cracking just slightly as you got out a soft, “yeah.. okay.” in response to her.

She hummed, fastening the straps of the dress before placing a lingering kiss to you skin that had you shuddering underneath her. A gentle hand on your waist slowly turned you around to face the mirror.

“Pretty, right?” She asks, smoothing out the fabric.